What can I become? What possibility For happiness Could exist In such a broken place? Blasted Berated Burned Belittled The scorn I imagine In every eye The secrets I guard Lest I lose control Escape I want Escape from the wheel of life Escape from the eternal cycles That hold me With arms that Bind like a straight jacket And you think A word or two should not Make me crumble, To beat the walls And scream and Curse and spit and cry, Hating the thing that I need most Want most But feel I can't have There is power in denial There is power in pain There is power and will And I don't think I have enough to see this thru I didn't have enough To put a bullet in my head Or say no instead of letting Things Happen I don't know Where the power lies But they say it's waiting For me to pick it up But would I use it to Revenge myself? Or to break myself? Or break free? Only the cat in the box Knows what I will Do when I finally open it But until then He exists only in my Mind Eternally patient Eternally enigmatic An elegant dilemma For a novice.
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